There was a mighty, and perhaps even meaningful exchange between the two monarchs of the Nexus. From that back-and-forth exchange came a fit of laughter from the former assassin. Did she think his claims ridiculous? Well, then they were both total fools. Each of them had an unwavering resolve, and goals that would be taken to the end of all creation. Both made a decision that would be held onto for an eternity, and strangely enough, those decisions did not clash with one another. Artoria was always free to seek the death she desired, but even in the wake of that death, Gilgamesh would be there to grant the life she deserved─ the life he desired. The time had come to settle, and settle, he would.
Gilgamesh did not dream in the conventional sense; Gilgamesh prophesized. Little did he know, that glimpse of a life he had before this one was very much a dreamer. All of those raided livestreams were an act of reaching for a dream, an innocent wish to be realized and accepted by an absolute star. Little did he know, his current reference for Artoria Pendragon was one he thought up in another reality. She, like himself, had been a star in the colloquial sense to all gamers, yet in a more meaningful way to... whom? Ishigami Daisuke, she said. It was so strange that she even knew that name. Gilgamesh himself had forgotten it some hundreds of years ago, before he even became a man. He became the boy who would be king, and he embodied that fully until the fated day came. So then, how was he to react after the sweet melody of the queen's mirth? How would he accept being called by a name long since lost, and referred to as ridiculous in a life he'd lost all attachment to? Well, he'd take another sip of wine before snorting a mock laugh over his grail. "Ishigami Daisuke, was it? Such a foolish name. It surely could not have been mine."
Gilgamesh did not dream in the conventional sense; Gilgamesh prophesized. Little did he know, that glimpse of a life he had before this one was very much a dreamer. All of those raided livestreams were an act of reaching for a dream, an innocent wish to be realized and accepted by an absolute star. Little did he know, his current reference for Artoria Pendragon was one he thought up in another reality. She, like himself, had been a star in the colloquial sense to all gamers, yet in a more meaningful way to... whom? Ishigami Daisuke, she said. It was so strange that she even knew that name. Gilgamesh himself had forgotten it some hundreds of years ago, before he even became a man. He became the boy who would be king, and he embodied that fully until the fated day came. So then, how was he to react after the sweet melody of the queen's mirth? How would he accept being called by a name long since lost, and referred to as ridiculous in a life he'd lost all attachment to? Well, he'd take another sip of wine before snorting a mock laugh over his grail. "Ishigami Daisuke, was it? Such a foolish name. It surely could not have been mine."
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